The rushing of the people nearly trampled Matt to death. He got back up, to see Christina's body lying on the ground, a single gunshot wound in the head. Blocking out the universe again, he dropped to his knees beside her, eyes filled with grief and shock. The sounds of the people around him faded away, as the world turned into a blurry mix of colors. The only colors he could see was the bright red blood stain against Christina's skin, dripping onto her grey hoodie.
As if each movement he made was moving with the rest of the world, he reached for her hand. One, the one that she had thrown Matt away with, was by her side, now being held in Matt's own hand again. But the other hand was shoved into her hoodie's front pocket. Matt pulled the hand out of her pocket, revealing a loose fist holding a crumpled up piece of paper.
Matt opened her hand and held the paper in his own. It felt like a photograph. He uncrumpled it, only to gasp at it's sight and drop it again.
The image landed face up, on the floor, as if it were taunting him with its secrets. The image showed himself, wearing a basic tux, but that wasn't what was most terrifying, no.
What was most terrifying was the woman beside him in the picture. She had long brown hair, and a youthful face like his. She was smiling, as if she were attempting not to look at him in the inage. But that photo told him instantly, as if the photo itself was speaking, maybe you were married. Because the woman standing beside him in the image...
She was wearing a wedding dress.
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Stay Away
FanfictionIt's been months since the red room was fully destroyed, and two survivors have been destroyed by their experience. Matthew Patrick, who has blocked out all memories of his pain, and Stephanie Patrick, who can only remember her pain. But when Steph...
